Everyone has routines. They give us structure and comfort. People generally like routines.
I have a normal nighttime routine. I feel tired. I brush my teeth, put on jammies, take out my contacts, go to bed and generally fall asleep. Normal. Boring even.
Ismael’s nighttime routine borders on crazy. He stays up until the middle of the night, either puts on flannel pants and A SWEATER or comes to bed fully dressed. Then he finds the queen size microfiber blanket no matter where I hide it. He wraps up in that blanket, mummy style, kicking me several times in the process. If he can free a hand, he will pull the sheet and comforter over him. He will often complain that he is cold yet falls asleep in less than sixty seconds, snoring loudly in my ear.
Who said marriage is bliss? Hmmm? WHO? She is welcome to spend a night in my bed anytime.
